I wore your unwashed T shirt
Wrapped in your feral scent
Invoked you to claim my dreams
Respite from parting’s lament
In that dreamscape garden
You held me once again
Reality’s curtain torn
Sweet joy, bittersweet pain
At dawn I shed your garment
Ready to be me
The fetters of darkness loosed
I answered the call to be free
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